Biography "Who's that?"
Dusk grinned, her hand running down the back of the female that was standing next to her. The female's copper eyes stared at the Melas in front of her with almost indifference, yet her odd colored pelt was clearly drawing their interest.
"I spent 100 much on this girl. 100! That's all!" Dusk seemed to buzz either excitement as she knelt down and stroked the female like she was some prized possession. "Her name is Genevieve and she'll be staying with us."
"But she's not-"
"Doesn't matter," Dusk snapped at the Alpha, who drew back with a glare. "Collect as much money as we need. We're putting some pups in her. I want to see what we get.."
Breeding Info N/A
| Personality Genevieve seems to not really care about what was going on around her. It's not that she doesn't. It's just that she's nearly trained to not fight back. Seeing how rare her very existence is, she's always grown up knowing her own worth was the traits she could possibly pass on. That her womb will be used the moment it's matured to hopefully produce more pups with her rarity.
Genevieve has grown a bit cold because of that. She doesn't care much about who she breeds with, what pups are produced, and could care less what happens to them. She knows she's stuck in this life, but that doesn't mean she has to enjoy it.
Preferences Genevieve prefers to be left alone. She despises pups, even her own, and is almost immediately harsh towards males. She enjoys being on her own, hunting, exploring the beauties of the woods and staying as far away from her own kind as possibly. Sadly, that really isn't always possible seeing that she's always either chased by males sent to breed with her or weighed down by a litter.
Special Skills Genevieve is a natural beauty, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have her skills. Her best traits are so far how she fights and how easily she can slip from situations that don't go in her favor. She begrudgedly works on her maternal skills to make sure her litters stay full and useful as well as being able to choose her fights well.
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